Cold War Lyrics - Singles - The Genius Gza

THE SONG IS CALLED COLD WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!NOT COLD WAR 

Intro: (first three lines LP only) 

I had a bad dream 

Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams 

What a time you chose to be born in... 

Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knocked 

Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down 

in this cold, cold world... 

Verse One: The GZA 

It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin projects 

Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec 

Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear 

and blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere 

You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight fuck blue and white 

They escape before them flash the fuckin lights 

Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes 

Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game 

Whether broke callisthetic, any style you set it 

Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses 

But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses 

Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless 

Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats 

Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats 

Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold 

and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill 

Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber 

No time to swing the hammer that was hangin from his Farmer's 

And it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugs 

and pockets dug from everything except check stubs 

and it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville 

Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look 

For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz layin on roof tops 

for his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox 

But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers 

you don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars 

And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets 

those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate 

Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then 

drop those who act like thai flows from Mexican 

Rabbit, like recipients cashin checks again 

Back to the motherfuckin spot on Lexington 

Chorus: 

Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knocked 

Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down 

in this cold, cold world... 

We be runnin from the cops, bustin off shots 

Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down 

in this cold, cold world... 

Verse Two: Inspectah Deck 

Yo 

No time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs 

and seize packages and pocket the currency 

Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed 

Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay 

Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight 

Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light 

And I stays harassed, scramblin for petty cash 

Jakes on my ass young bucks is learnin fast 

357's and 44's 

Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars 

Hospital floors surrounded by the law 

Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door 

My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team 

Cause niggaz main concern is CREAM 

Some niggaz in the jet black Gallant 

Shot up the Chinese resteraunt, for this kid named Lamont 

I thought he was dead but instead he missed a kid 

and hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then fled 

Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast 

Cause the crime boss is passin off cash 

Extortions, for portions of streets, causes beef 

Havin followers of Indians trying to play Chief 

You witness the saga, casualties and drama 

Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the author 

of a modern day opera, where the main character 

is presidential paper, the dominant, factor 

Chorus